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“Wife, are you comfortable?”
The man leaned down and whispered in Xin'er's ear. His voice was a mix of huskiness and tenderness, incredibly pleasant to hear.
Upon hearing his words, Xin'er was momentarily taken aback. After a long pause, she finally spoke.
“Xuan, what did you just call me?”
“Wife, ah, heh heh, we have already shared intimacy; you are my woman now. So, sooner or later, you will be my Wife. Isn't it right for me to call you that?”
Leng Yixuan said with a charming smile on his face.
That smile was so enchanting, radiating a slow happiness that seemed to outshine even the brightest sun in the sky.
When Xin'er lifted her gaze and saw the smile on his face, she felt momentarily captivated. Hearing his words made her heart flutter with sweetness.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, filled with unreserved affection.
Seeing this, Leng Yixuan's smile deepened even more as he continued.
“My father and Empress Mother both like you very much. They asked me when I would marry you; they want grandchildren.”
Upon hearing Leng Yixuan's words, Xin'er blushed but couldn't help feeling a different kind of joy inside. She exclaimed,
“Is that true!? Do they really like me!? Are they really going to let you marry me!?”
Although these days have been harmonious with Xuan's parents, Xuan's mother is a very cheerful and lovely person, showing no disdain for her status.
Xuan's father, though a man of few words, has treated her quite well.
However, with their noble status, could they really allow someone like her—without power, influence, or background—to become their daughter-in-law!?
This… is truly unexpected yet delightful.
Perhaps sensing Xin'er's joy and surprise, Leng Yixuan smiled slightly and spoke up.
"Of course. Besides, Xin'er, you really don't need to worry so much about your background. Every person's birth is beyond their control. Moreover, one's birth may indicate their social standing but does not define their character—whether good or bad. Many who are born into privilege end up as nothing more than wastrels with terrible tempers. But you, Xin'er, are different. Although your birth may not be as favorable as theirs, you possess a pure heart that no one else in this world has. You are so innocent and kind, like a clear stream that brings comfort to those around you. That is what captivates me the most..."
At this point, Leng Yixuan could no longer resist and gently lifted Xin'er's delicate chin with his hand.
In his deep black eyes flowed an intense affection, the soft light within them almost drowning Xin'er in warmth.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with deep emotion as they locked onto the man before her.
Seeing her gaze fixed on him stirred something within Leng Yixuan.
After all, this woman before him was simply enchanting.
Her skin was as smooth as jade, flawless and white as snow. Her long hair cascaded gracefully over her shoulders and down her front, accentuating her delicate little face.
In the bathtub, light steam curled around them; through the misty veil, she appeared dreamlike and ethereal—a vision of beauty.
Seeing this, Leng Yixuan's heart raced, and emotions surged within him.
As he gazed at Xin'er, his expression gradually darkened, and a fiery intensity welled up in his eyes.
He bent down, locking his gaze onto the girl's swollen lips, kissed by him.
Upon noticing the look in the man's eyes, Xin'er understood his intentions. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she attempted to pull away.
However, the strength in his hands, though seemingly playful, rendered Xin'er unable to move.
Then, a moist kiss landed on Xin'er's lips.
At first, Leng Yixuan only intended to give this beautiful woman a gentle kiss. But the sweetness of those lips was too enticing, making him linger and crave more.
Gradually, the nature of the kiss began to change.
His tongue slipped in, continuously licking her soft lips, sweeping through her mouth and deeply savoring the sweetness within.
The kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time; Xin'er felt herself becoming soft and pliable, as if she were melting into a pool of spring water.
Finally, just as she began to feel breathless, he reluctantly pulled away.
At that moment, Xin'er realized that the man who had originally stood outside the bathtub had somehow joined her inside without her noticing.
She couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
Although the bathtub was quite large, at that moment, the two of them were comfortably soaking in it.
However, with the man's immersion, the water that was originally eight-tenths full began to overflow, splashing out of the bathtub.
Seeing this, Xin'er couldn't help but exclaim.
"Xuan, why are you...?"
Noticing Xin'er's shy demeanor, Leng Yixuan raised an eyebrow and grinned playfully.
"I realized that just massaging your shoulders isn't enough. This time, I want to take care of you thoroughly, from head to toe..."
As he spoke, Leng Yixuan's large hand in the water had already found and grasped Xin'er's small foot.
Feeling her little foot firmly held by his large hand, Xin'er was unsure if it was the temperature of the water or something else, but she felt that his hand was incredibly hot—hotter than the water itself.
His hand enveloped her entire small foot, and the heat from his palm pressed tightly against her sole, sending a wave of warmth surging up to her heart.
This sensation made Xin'er’s heart skip a beat, and she couldn't help but want to pull her foot back.
After all, her little foot had never been held like this by a man!
Yet, his strong grip remained firm on her foot as he began to gently knead it with his fingers.
"Xin'er, does it feel good?"
Hearing the man's words, Xin'er couldn't help but feel a blush creeping onto her cheeks, but she still managed to respond lightly.
"Xuan, you don't have to do this." After all, the man before her was someone so noble, someone who was usually served by others. Now, he was serving her...
Perhaps sensing Xin'er's thoughts, Leng Yixuan couldn't help but smile.
"Xin'er, this is what I want. You are my woman, and serving you brings me joy."
His words filled Xin'er with happiness.
However, at that moment, Xin'er felt the large hand that had been resting on her foot slowly begin to explore upwards.
From her small foot, it traveled up to her calf, then to her knee, gradually climbing higher onto her thigh...
Although the man's movements had not stopped, the way he pressed down...
Thinking of this made Xin'er’s face flush even more.
For some reason, she felt that his actions were intentional!
As Xin'er pondered this, her beautiful eyes lifted and met the man's deep black eyes, which were filled with heat and amusement.
At this sight, Xin'er felt a rush in her heart. Her red lips parted as she playfully protested.
"Xuan, please don’t. I... I’m tired..."
Xin'er spoke the truth.
After all, from last night until today, this man was like a vigorous leopard, his body filled with boundless strength. He left her completely exhausted.
Now, although her body was not as sore as before, she still feared that he would wear her out again...
Thinking of this, Xin'er felt a pang of trepidation in her heart.
Perhaps sensing Xin'er's unease, Leng Yixuan suppressed his own restlessness and spoke up.
"Since you're so tired, I'll let you off the hook today."
With that, Leng Yixuan moved his large hand, which had been resting on her thigh, to her other small foot and began to knead it earnestly.
Seeing this, Xin'er finally let out a sigh of relief.
After they finished bathing and Xin'er had put on all her clothes, she sat down at the dressing table to dry her hair with a towel.
At that moment, the man had also changed into a comfortable outfit and slowly approached Xin'er from behind, taking the towel from her hands.
"Let me help you."
"Okay."
Hearing his words, Xin'er did not refuse; she simply let him take over drying her hair.
She had thought that someone like him, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, would only know how to count money and make plans. To her surprise, his actions were so skilled when it came to serving others, especially in drying hair.
He was very serious about it. After finishing, he picked up a comb and began to gently brush through her long hair like silk.
Looking at the serious expression on the man's face, Xin'er felt puzzled and couldn't help but ask, "Why do I feel like Xuan is so skilled at doing this? Has he done this kind of thing often before?"
Upon hearing Xin'er's words, Leng Yixuan continued to comb Xin'er's hair without even looking up, grinning as he replied, "Yes, I used to often comb a woman's hair like this. Practice makes perfect."
Xin'er was taken aback by Leng Yixuan's response. After all, she had never expected him to say such a thing. At that moment, the first thought that crossed her mind was that Xuan must have frequently combed the princess's hair.
However, to her surprise, Xuan shook his head and said, "No, it was someone else."
"What!? Someone else!?"
At this thought, Xin'er felt a shock in her heart. Moreover, for some reason, it felt as if a stone was lodged in her chest, making her feel quite uncomfortable. The happiness that had once radiated from her little face slowly faded into a layer of sadness and an unrecognized jealousy.
"Who is that person?" Xin'er asked, pouting her small mouth defiantly.
She looked just like a little wife who knew her husband was involved with another woman.
Seeing Xin'er’s jealous expression, Leng Yixuan couldn't help but smile with delight. He reached out and gently tapped Xin'er's nose, laughing as he spoke.
"What's wrong? Are you jealous?"
"Uh, no! I'm not jealous at all!"
Upon hearing Leng Yixuan's words, Xin'er immediately denied it.
However, it had to be said that she was indeed feeling jealous.
After all, just the thought of Xuan doing someone else's hair made her feel quite uncomfortable!
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